Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by DNA. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.